Wesley was right, no sign of life besides themselves were in the hidden section. A dark chuckle seemed to bounce off the walls, causing Grant to stiffen slightly. He turned his head, watching Emiri's mischievous smile, her fingers tapping one another. Oh no, he recognized that gleam in her eye, and found himself taking a step away from her. Emiri herself looking at Wesley, her eyes wide, and a frightening expression as she raised her hands.

"[color=springgreen]Are we truly alone?[/color]" She asked, her voice hushed despite all three of them being relatively close to one another. "[color=springgreen]This reminds me very much of the forbidden section in Rozarria's royal library...perhaps they also have a Departed Scholar...[/color]" Her voice was low as she spoke, taking absolute delight in her creepy tone.

The dark haired prince shuddered, clearing his throat slightly. "[color=darkorchid]That's just an old wives' tale,[/color]" He said, managing to keep his cool.

Her violet eyes narrowed slightly as she nodded. "[color=springgreen]They say that libraries were once made by a single person, that every book was written by the same scholar under a different alias. A long, long time ago, the Rozarrian Emperor Juniper ordered the scholar to impart all his knowledge. The scholar told him that he knew so much that by the time he would finish speaking, they would both be dead. And so the Emperor ordered the scholar to write. And write he did, day and night, every single piece of knowledge painted with ink onto paper...[/color]" She seemed completely enthralled in her story, though it was clear that she was preying on Grant, who had noticeably began to sweat.

"[color=darkorchid]I-I remember this,[/color]" He stated boldly. "[color=darkorchid]The scholar wrote until his hands fell off, and then--[/color]"

Emiri shook her head. "[color=springgreen]Oh no, you see, the Emperor had forbidden magicks at his side. So even though the scholar was well on his way to death, the Emperor would revitalize him with dark magicks. Any finger that fell would be reattached. Skin that began to sag would be forced to stay in place with stitches. After much time had passed, the scholar was warped into a monster, barely recognizable from his form in life. And when he finally finished, he would rise from his desk. He told the king that his work was done, and that he wished to pass on to the afterlife. The Emperor would not release him, for now there were more things to learn. The scholar was blinded by rage, and using the same magicks cast on him, he killed the Emperor. But his soul had long departed, and try as he might, his body and spirit were bound to the books he wrote. And so they say, when no one is around, sometimes you can hear the scholar shuffling his reformed feet along the aisles...[/color]"

Grant let out a nervous laugh, turning away. "[color=darkorchid]That--That is ridiculous,[/color]" He seemed to be trying to reassure himself.

Emiri winked at Wesley, and tiptoed over to Grant. Her fingers gently picked up hair off the back of his neck, and she then gently blew onto the exposed skin. Grant let out a yell, immediately running forward, only stopping when he heard Emiri roar with laughter. "[color=springgreen]Grant doesn't like ghost stories,[/color]" Emiri grinned, though she placed her hands on her hips. "[color=springgreen]What say we split up and see what we can find?[/color]"

Split up?! Was she insane?! "[color=darkorchid]We should stick together![/color]" Grant protested immediately.
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Nadeline's eyes had that glint of greed in them, inspecting the spear from afar. It certainly matched the description, and it wouldn't have been placed so high if it hadn't been the real thing. Much to Savayna's dismay, Nadeline was completely on board with Jaakuna, her expression a thoughtful one. "[color=coral]It certainly is up high...although, could we simply pluck it without trouble?[/color]" She asked him, raising an eyebrow. "[color=coral]You'd think Shion would keep something so valuable under lock, no?[/color]"